Try To Keep It Classy

Rarity opens her eyes slowly, taking a deep breath to welcome the morning. She exhales slowly, then starts to think. Something feels wrong, yet quite familiar… She lifts her head, smelling the air curiously. The unicorn frowns, then notices how warm she was under her blanket. Now wide awake, she pulls the blanket off of herself, looking down her body. The mare then gets the full, distinctive scent of her heat. Thick and hot, her musk fills her muzzle like a wave, a heavy cloud of her marehood’s heat flooding her senses and leaving her just a little lightheaded. The pretty pony groans softly, her face warming up with each throbbing wave of warmth pulsing through her lower half from between her thighs.

Biting her lip, Rarity slips a hoof down between her thighs, pressing it to her plump netherlips. Her lips were hot and swollen, and sensitive enough to shiver from the touch. Softly, she rubs her hoof up and down the sensitive white snatch, getting her slick juices smeared across her groin.

“Rarity~! Are you up yet? I'm hungry!” Sweetie Belle squeaks from behind the door.

Rarity squeals with fright, rolling over and hurrying out of bed quickly. With her magic she pulls the door open to look down at her innocent little sister. “Sweetie Belle, you’re old enough now to make your own breakfast!” the fashionista frowns, her face a little flushed.

“But you said I'm not allowed to cook anymore~!” the little pony whines.

“Fine, fine…” the mare grumbles, following her sister to the kitchen.

“Have a good day at school~!” the pretty pony calls, waving to her sister from her front door. “I’ll pick you up at three, dear~”

Sweetie Belle waves back with a nod, turning to head towards school.

Rarity steps back inside the boutique, closing the door behind her. With a sigh she slumps onto her couch, her heat pulsing relentlessly through her aching, drooling snatch. She quickly presses her hoof to her hot snatch once again, rubbing deep into the plump lips.

Soon she was orgasming, a small spatter of sticky juices coating her clasped thighs while her body lightly shivers between small groans and gasps. The mare lay there for a few moments, catching her breath while examining her sticky hoof with a frown. “...It’s not enough,” she murmurs to herself, levitating a tissue box over and wiping herself clean with a few.

Rarity’s mind begins to wander as she lies on her couch, thinking about how best to get herself off. A thought comes to her and she grins, giggling softly while her heat starts flaring up again.